Rebecca Brown

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Rebecca Brown

<p>I'm the Editor-in-Chief here at <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/">DivineCaroline</a>. If you have any questions or thoughts about the site, please get in touch with me by clicking on the &quot;Get in touch with this writer&quot; link at the top of the page. If you have any products you'd like for us to review, please feel free to send them to our office to my attention here in San Francisco. We don't guarantee positive reviews, but you never know what might happen until you send it out, so send away. Our address: Real Girls Media, 575 Market St., 9th Floor, San Francisco, CA 94105. If you want to know more about me (though really, there's not much to know, other than the fact that I would indeed kill you for a cup of coffee or a burrito - click on &quot;show more&quot; above to find out why I'm such a callous woman) check out my bio by clicking on the &quot;About DivineCaroline&quot; tab at the top of this page, then clicking on &quot;The Team.&quot; <span>Please feel free to follow my musings (for better or worse) on Twitter at <b><a rel="nofollow" href="http://twitter.com/rbrownie">twitter.com/rbrownie</a>.</b></span></p>

Stories by Rebecca Brown

As I crammed myself onto a crowded train this morning, I noticed there was a very pregnant woman standing near me, jammed in tightly and hanging on...
Over sixteen million tourists flock to San Francisco each year to take in its majestic scenery, rich history, world-renowned food scene, and diverse...
The pink slips have been handed out, the severance checks cashed, and the farewell drinks consumed. Everyone has offered their condolences to those...
Television defined my language at an early age. While other kids couldn’t bear to be away from mommy and daddy; I was lost without Mr. Whipple...
I didn’t expect them to choose me. I didn’t think I even stood a chance. But when I got the call that I’d been selected as the...
The leaves are crisp and the air is chilly. That can only mean one thing: me, tugging furiously at the zipper on a pair of beautiful, buttery-leather...
Sometimes I miss you so much it hurts. Not that you care anymore, but when I think about you now, I want you to know that I’m always haunted by...
Every year, I labor over what to buy family and friends around the holidays. I want to find the perfect gift for everyone on my list, but I’m...
It’s time to think outside the gift card. The holidays are stressful, and a $20 Starbucks card just can’t handle all the pressures and...
I’ve always been proud of my Irish roots. My birth name is Toomey, apparently the rough equivalent to “Smith” in Ireland given all...
I’d just popped in a Brach’s sugar-free cinnamon hard candy and was perusing the nutrition facts on the label when I saw it. A statement...
I’ve always heard that when you find The One, you just know; you feel it deep within your gut. I’d lived in San Francisco for two weeks...
Nine years ago, my stepfather was diagnosed with cancer. I didn’t live in the same city as him at the time, but on a trip home, I joined him...
It was sweltering that June afternoon in 1987 as we stood in the dark orifices of Rupp Arena waiting to begin the much-ballyhooed ceremony that would...
This past year, one of my best friends D lost her childhood best friend K to breast cancer. Though I didn’t know K, I felt like I did after D...

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